The price of resurrection was steep. A mysterious person asked me to settle his karma, then turned around and periodically dumped me into an immortal cultivation empire where cultivation resources were publicly available, leaving an ordinary mortal like me to settle his karma for him...
I had no choice but to learn how to cultivate immortality...
“In the cultivation world, they call me a weakling. What should you call me in the real world?”
But cultivating immortality was like the apple in Eve's hand: something I shouldn't touch. As I traveled between my home world and the cultivation world, I gradually began to wonder:
